作词 : Ezra Koenig

作曲 : Ezra Koenig/Rostam Batmanglij

Bend my finger back (snap)

Wrap it in a paper towel

Break a twig in half and set it straight

Hit me with a wood bat

Hit me with a canister that's fired while the soldiers drive away

Bend my finger back (snap)

On and on and on and on for days

Hit me with a wood bat

Hit me like a Yankee

Like a son of freedom never as a slave

It's etiquette, you idiot

Spend time behind the line

Show sympathy to L.A.

where the sun don't ever shine

Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine

And baby, you're not anybody's fool

Bless me with a heart attack

A real crise cardiaque

And show me where to find the surgeon's knife

Eviscerate me now, hack

Take me to my punishment

The punishment I've needed all my life

Bend my finger back, snap

On and on and on and on with strife

Listen to my bum rap,

Listen to the evidence exonerating me from being right.

It's etiquette, you idiot

Spend time behind the line

Show sympathy to L.A.

where the sun don't ever shine

Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine

Baby, you're not anybody's fool

I know that I've been wicked and the road to hell is wide

Cursed by curiosity that made us go inside

Everyone was charming, but we took 'em for a ride

Baby, you're not anybody's fool

Bend my finger back, snap

Wrap it in a paper towel

Break a twig in half and set it straight

Hit me with a wood bat

Hit me with a canister that's fired while the soldiers drive away

Bend my finger back (snap)

On and on and on and on for days

Hit me with a wood bat

Hit me like a Yankee

Like a son of freedom never as a slave.

It's etiquette, you idiot

Spend time behind the line,

Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don't ever shine

Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine

Baby, you're not anybody's fool

The harpsichord is broken and the television's fried

The city's getting hotter like a country in decline

Everyone's a coward when you look them in the eyes,

But baby, you're not anybody's fool.

Sing next year in Jerusalem

You know – the one at W.103RD and Broadway.

'Cause this Orthodox girl fell in love

with the guy at the falafel shop and why not?

Should she have averted her eyes and

just stared at the laminated poster of the dome of the rock?

And then blood, blood, blood, blood,

blood, blood, blood, bloooood

And then blood, blood, blood, blood,

blood, blood, blood, bloooood

Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye

I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die

Remembrances of generous hearts

that couldn't bear to try

I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die

Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye

I don't wanna live like this,

but I don't wanna d